Page 27 of Dark Souls

Landing inconspicuously on the tall spirals of the castle roof like I had the last time I was here; I used my powers to open the latch with my mind and let myself in through her window. Although her scent was strong, as though she had visited recently, she wasn’t there.

That desperation and frustration caused an ache in my chest and molten lava to spread through my veins. Being surrounded by her personal objects and delicious scent made my obsession stir into dizzying madness. Until now, I’d left her things alone. Merely looking for any sign of her and when there was none, I’d leave and move on to the next place in search of her. But I had grown too impatient now. Too fucking needy.

Extending my forked tongue, I lapped at the air of the room to take in more of her sweet and spicy scent as my dick hardened in my jeans. I wanted to be closer to her in every way possible. I needed to feel her on my skin, taste her on my tongue, have her under me, or above me. However she’d fucking take me, but I knew she wasn’t there yet. I was under no illusion that I was two steps ahead in this relationship, but she’d catch up eventually.

Moving towards the huge four-poster bed draped with purple and black silks as a canopy, I carefully ran my claws over the soft sheets, making sure not to snag the threads and groaned as I imagined her sleeping on them. Was it possible to be jealous of Egyptian cotton? The knowledge of her smooth ivory skin bare against them instead of me was making me want to rip the material to shreds. And if she slept naked…

An impulsive growl rocketed from my throat as I caved into the primal need to leave my mark, to claim anything and everything that had touched her skin. Removing my top, I cast it aside on the floor and slid against the sheets until I reached her pillow. The scent of roses and pepper was even stronger here, causing my dick to strain against the coarse fabric of my jeans. My hips ground into the mattress, needing the friction as much as I needed air.

“Fuck,” I mumbled into the pillow as my claws balled it under my nose. My mind clouded with lust, sending toxic, erotic images of her beneath me, writhing and moaning with pleasure. I reached down for my zipper, releasing my raging cock from its confinement. The moment the sensitive flesh stroked across the softness of her sheets, I moaned, imagining it was sinking into her sweet pussy and not her mattress.

“Fuck, Snow,” I gritted through my fangs as I gripped the top of the headboard and started thrusting harder, my hips shifting uncontrollably as I let my imagination run wild. “Fuck, you take me so well, Angel. You fucking love my monster cock claiming you.”

She screamed, moaned and begged for me to fuck her harder as I got lost in my fantasy. My hips pounded into the mattress over and over. My wings shot out of my back as my balls tightened, the need to release growing heavy in my lower spine but I was having too much fun to end it so soon. I rolled onto my back, tangling myself in her sheets and her scent as my hand wrapped around my cock, fucking myself fast and hard. I couldn’t stay still, rolling, thrusting, moaning as I brought myself closer. Grabbing the pillow that smelt so strongly of her and placing it under my groin, I started grinding and fucking it into the bed as my wings beat above me, causing my talons to catch on the silks.

“You’re mine, Snow. Soon. So soon, I’ll be filling you with me. Drinking your sweet blood. Fucking your sweet cunt. You’ll be so addicted, you’ll never let me go.”

I slammed the headboard against the wall with my violent thrusts, groaning as the most intense orgasm took me over the edge of madness. I was lost. Lost to my desire, a hiss of pleasure filled the room, and my hips jolted one final time, emptying myself all over her sheets. I collapsed, completely spent. I think it was safe to say her scent was an aphrodisiac.

Climbing from the bed, I chuckled wickedly.Shit. I got a little carried away.The canopy’s silken drapes, shredded by my wings, lay in tattered heaps on the crumpled bedsheets, their fabric infused with my powerful scent and claim.Perfect.

I gnawed my bottom lip between my fangs as I pushed my still semi-hard cock back into my jeans and thought about the fact someone other than Snow might find the mess. That just wouldn’t do.

I had to find her. There were no two ways about it. I could have sworn she’d be here tonight. I felt it in my bones. Maybe she was closer than I thought. Picking up my top and walking over to the bedside table, I lifted the bookmarked classic, ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’. I smirked at the irony. She was reading about a man who sold his soul for vanity and youth. To stay forever beautiful and young on the outside, but only to become hideous and burdened by his crimes and lack of morality within. I’d read the book centuries ago and yet it still stuck with me. My reasons for selling my soul to the Devil differed from Dorian’s, yet the consequences of that were very much the same.

Opening the page she was on, I skimmed the text, stopping on one sentence that jumped out at me from the white of the page. Grabbing a pen from her desk, I highlighted the sentence, doodling little hearts around it, too. Replacing it on the table, I climbed back out of the window, locking it with my mind and took off into the sky, only to swoop down into the thicket of trees in the castle gardens.

I masked my scent and drew closer until I spotted a vampire guard, one that clearly was tasked with the security of the grounds. Taking on his identity, I strolled towards the other side of the castle, pretending to be doing a sweep of the grounds. It was still early evening in England and the lights were on in many rooms. I paused near the huge stained-glass window of what seemed to be an elegant dining room, where many voices and laughter could be heard. Hovering nearby, enough to hear the ongoing conversations but hidden from view, I listened in.

“Oh, my Goddess, Leif is a genius. A video sent via the mind. A mideo! That’s brilliant.”

“He’s creative, alright. So do I dare say what we are all thinking?”

“That those beasts terrorising the Heroux realm were created from magic?”

“Yeah, that was my first thought, too. But that kind of magic is extremely rare and powerful. I’m growing more and more concerned about what our boys are up against. This isn’t just some war between wolves where Lorcan is there to help with battle techniques and leadership. This is far darker than that.”

“What did I miss?” My ears pricked at that smooth, sultry voice. Chancing a glance over my shoulder from my position as a vampire guard, I caught sight of that icy white hair and ivory skin through the window. She had clearly just transported herself from wherever she’d been hiding from me. A smile appeared on my disguised face.

Found you, Snow.

“Your brothers have managed to send a physical message through this crystal. They’ve captured one of those beasts and want our help to see if we can work out who is behind this and how to kill them. Play it again,” her father explained. He was a gigantic man with the scent of a powerful wolf.

The room fell silent as they all watched a strange projection of images illuminating from a crystal on the dining room table. I kept my gaze locked on Ilaria as she frowned deeply at whatever was in that teleported message until the end, when a bright smile lit up her face. It was the first time I had seen her smile properly and it was a sight to behold. Her pink eyes twinkled and she looked as captivating and delicate as the first fall of a snowflake. When it faded, she raised her eyebrows and let out a deep breath.

“Well, it looks like they’re having fun, at least,” she said.

“I’m not sure fun is the right word. Lorcan looks stressed,” the black-haired woman responded. Who, after my stalking, I’d worked out was her mother and the Supernatural Queen.

“Lorcan always looks stressed.” Ilaria shrugged. “But he also looked… different. He’s hiding something. They both are. Something personal. Call it triplet senses. Maybe he’s met his mate.”

“Oh my Goddess, do you really think so?” Her mother practically started bouncing in her chair, clearly enthralled by the idea.

“Or maybe he’s just finally fucked someone.” Ilaria shrugged. Her mother gasped and a few sneers came from the men in the room.

“Are you staying for dinner, darling? You’ve been coming and going so often, we’ve barely seen you. One day you’re here, the next at Amelie’s, then Sienna and Raiden’s. The Academy. What’s going on with you?” asked another woman with blonde hair, almost as light as Ilaria’s. I pulled my lips into a straight line to fight the laughter. My little vamp really had been trying to impress me with her hiding skills.

“There was a spider,” her father answered, raising his eyebrows in an amused expression. “In her room.”

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